“Fine.” He waved me off dismissively, and it hurt more than it should. “But I expect you to be here bright and early. I don’t care how late it is.” He glanced toward the clock on the wall that read 3:00 a.m.
“Of course, you do,” I muttered before walking to his desk and kneeling on the ground in search of my clothes. I found them in a crumpled pile. I gathered the pile in my arms and stood up, clutching it against me as I headed for the door with the intention of changing in the bathroom.
“Don’t forget the cameras,” he said, nodding to the dim hallway beyond.
I sighed defeatedly before slipping on my underwear and slacks, every part of me aware that Jeremiah watched from the couch. He was enjoying the show. I whispered some choice words under my breath.
“What was that?” he asked.
“Nothing,” I muttered.
“I’ll take my jacket now,” he said, holding out an outstretched hand.
I shot him a look of poison before turning my back to him and shrugging the jacket off. I threw it behind me, careful not to give him a glimpse of my bare breasts, as if he hadn’t just had them in his mouth tonight. I heard him laugh behind me. I slipped my blouse over my head and slid on my blazer before heading for the door.
“Oh, be on the lookout for five thousand dollars in your bank account tomorrow.”
I spun around and looked at him suspiciously. “Why?”
“To replace those hideous clothes of yours.” His eyes ran down me with only judgment.
My hand twitched, wanting to badly to give him a vulgar gesture, but I just turned and walked out the door.
Insufferable asshole.
Chapter 16
Jeremiah
Isipped on my coffee as I watched Sadie move around the office just outside the windows of my office. She was carrying a stack of papers one minute, typing on her laptop the next, and on the phone another. She was flitting around like a damn hummingbird. I had to give it to her, she was working hard.
Ever since she asked for her raise last week, she seemed to be hustling to prove that she deserved it. Still, I was keeping a close eye on her. We were only a few weeks into working together. I hadn’t had enough time to properly assess if she had what it took to be my personal assistant.
Besides, I enjoyed watching her. Despite the frumpy clothes she often wore, I knew what lay underneath them and that in itself made her sexy as hell. Today was no different in her navy blazer and matching slacks that hung off her, doing a disservice to her curves. Curves I knew somewhat well.
I couldn’t stop thinking about the late night we had together in this very office just last week. Her quiet moans still filled my ears as she tried to hold it together. As if anyone could hear us anyway. The office had been a ghost town. Still, there was something forbidden about it that turned me on. Turned her on, too, in the way she had practically seeped through her lace panties before I had even touched her in places she quietly begged me to.
I couldn’t shake the images that floated through my head anytime I saw Sadie in the office or caught a whiff of her perfume. That warm vanilla brought me right back to that night. When her knuckles were white as she gripped the desk, her body bent over it. Her red hair like fire in my fingers as I tugged it toward me. It was like someone had put it on repeat, the images and sounds on loop, making it almost impossible to work. Impossible to think about anything else.
And maybe I didn’t want to.
I broke my gaze from Sadie as she sat down at her desk, busy talking on the phone, and rolled my eyes at myself.
Get it together.
She was just a girl. I didn’t get wrapped up in trivial things like this. I had bigger things to worry about, like my billion-dollar empire.
I scrolled my computer screen for the phone number I was looking for and, finding it, I picked up my desk phone and dialed.
“Vincent James, please,” I said once the receptionist had picked up.
“And who may I ask is calling?” she asked impatiently, as if people knew better than to not have a scheduled phone call.
“Jeremiah Mason.”
“Of course. One moment, Mr. Mason,” she said nervously, and I knew my name had made the impression I wanted it to. The one it usually did.
I heard a click on the line as Vincent’s voice greeted me.
